October
found beneath the boards, left behind 🍂

She was abandoned under a deck—no food, no shelter, no one coming back. Just the thump of footsteps overhead and the rustle of leaves as the season turned. October waited. Not for rescue, not for warmth—just for something to change.

She was barely more than a kitten when she was left there, and by the time someone finally saw her, she was two years old. Two years of silence. Two years of watching the world from the shadows. Two years of surviving on instinct and hope.

Now, October is safe. She’s soft and curious, with a quiet resilience that runs deep. She’s playful in gentle bursts, tender in spirit, and learning what it means to be loved. She carries the hush of those years in her gaze, but she’s opening up—slowly, beautifully, bravely.

October doesn’t need the deck anymore. She needs a home. A place where she’s not forgotten. A place where she’s finally chosen. 🍁🧺🐾